Many men were approaching Lautaro. He had all seen them in his school at least one time. Due to their height and build, Lautaro thought they were actual gangsters and not high schoolers.
The men in the back were all in uniform. It all consisted of white trench coats and a white inner shirt. They were decked out in black, expensive shoes. They wore plain white pants along with the rest of their attire. Some of them were wearing black hats.
The leader in front had a distinct look to him. He had all the facial features to make a girl swoon. He had pure ebony hair with it being put in a middle part.
He donned a dark, long trench coat that went down to his feet. He also had dark trousers. He had his hands in his pocket and a lit cigarette the smoke of the cigarette made him look for intimidating, as the smoke in the early cold day covered his face before he appeared again.
Lautaro was not looking bad himself as he was wearing a black, white striped sweater. It was what he usually wore for football practice in the early spring evening. His hair was being kept under wraps by lime green beanie.
He also had baggy, plain sweatpants. He wore sneakers to this brawl to be able to move his feet flexibly.
"Is this what you wear every time you jump a guy?"
"It's what we wear to those who mess with us."
The leader responded coldly with a deep voice.
"Oh snap. That was lowkey tuff."
The leader looked at Lautaro with a stern face.
"You don't do informalities?"
"You talk a lot for a guy who's going to be defeated."
"Final words, am I right?"
"Your talking pisses me off."
"Sorry, Mr Big Bad Wolf, but it seems I can't stop myself from talking."
"Then I'll stop you myself."
"Oh snap."
Lautaro said laughingly.
"You're actually pretty cool. How 'bout you be in my crew?"
"I'd never abandon my gang. You'll have to defeat me to make me yield to your petty demands."
"Deal.
Once Lautaro spoke those words, his goons started to cackle. They pointed fingers and laughed at him, and Lautaro was confused until they said.
"Our leader was the one who took down Ricard."
Lautaro did not know who Ricard was, but he felt that Ricard was important.
"Who?"
"You don't know who Ricard is and yet you still want to unite all the other high schools. Fine, then let me show the fist that took him down."
The leader rushed at Lautaro with a raised arm. Lautaro reacted by aiming to kick his head, but he his leg was caught. Lautaro was then punched right in the gut, which made his face contort.
Lautaro reacted by using his standing leg to spin. The spin reduced the grip of the black trenchcoat wearing leader. Lautaro used that opportunity to deliver a mean kick, making distance between the leader and himself.
"You use Taekwondo, don't you?"
"Taekwondo. Don't mess with it."
"So what do you use."
"I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?"
The continued the brawl with the leader. He put up a boxing stance and landed a couple of quick jabs at Lautaro, but he adapted and caught the punch.
Using the leader's own momentum, he pushed his fist to the ground, dragging to the leader in. Lautaro then executed his dance by flying in the air to hit a hard kick at the leader temple.
He smiled as he had just hit a hard kick to vital point. But the leader simply said.
"You think nobody can be hit to the temple and still stay conscious? We train to withstand blows as boxers we have to be strong enough to."
He smiled quickly faded as the leader spat his cigarette at Lautaro's face, causing him to move his hand to deflect. Once, the fully black wearing individual was free. He then hit two hooks to Lautaro's head and finished it off with an uppercut launching Lautaro away.
It was only when Lautaro was on the floor looking at his opponent did he realize how tall he was. In this body, Lautaro was 5 foot and 10 inches. But the leader, on the other hand, was taller than him by at least 5 inches.
"You plan to unite all the high schools under your command with skills like those. You can't even beat me with your Capoeria."
Lautaro copied what he saw in the movies and used his hands to propel him upwards, slamming his feet right in the leader's face.
"You finally guessed correctly."
Lautaro said with a smirk while crouching top of him. But once Lautaro realized he was getting up, he dashed back.
"You have a nice punch. You're doing good as a boxer. But one question I have is, are those guys in the back supposed to do anything? Are they like cheerleaders?"
"I commanded them to stand back. I wanted to face you myself."
Lautaro sighed.
"Look, I only fought those guys in the alleyway because they were threatening my friend with knives."
"I guess they just need some rehabilitation. I'll handle that after I handle you."
Lautaro raised an eyebrow.
"No pause?"
The leader scoffed and charged back at Lautaro, continuing the grand fight. They both ran to each other, both igniting a fire of fury within each other.
Lautaro used his kicks to sweep him off his feet. Whilst he fell, Lautaro hit him with a bicycle kick, driving his face into the ground. When his opponent was on the ground, Lautaro took his sweater off him; further revealing his black, tight shirt.
Lautaro used his trenchcoat to catch his fists and disarm his opponent. He used his coat to cover his eyes and pushed him away. Lautaro then used his Capoeria to launch devastating attacks.
The leader then distanced himself away from Lautaro and took off the trenchcoat completely.
"I would never use such dirty underhanded tactics."
"I'm not you."
Lautaro said with a smile on his face. He then turned to the neatly ordered men and spoke.
"Was that cold? I think it was. The way I just said, "I'm not you." I gave me shivers."
"Less talking more brawling."
Said the leader as he was now dangerously close to Lautaro after he had looked away for just a second. Lautaro couldn't react. The man was fast, too fast. That was what he would think if he wasn't Lautaro.
Instinctively, Lautaro grabbed his wrist and arm and with a bit of momentum and a twist and turn, his opponent was in the air. His face was facing the floor, as if someone had reversed the gravity.
Lautaro took this spectacularly amazing opportunity to dance. He used his hands like silver blades, stabbing right into his opponent's solar plexus. This attack actually did something as his opponent coughed up blood.
He then used his hand blade's momentum to drive his head into the ground. With the same momentum, he performed a double kick. The first leg went right between his legs. It also got a groan from the leader. The next kick dug him further in the ground by kicking him right in the chin.
"Was that Taekwondo?!"
Lautaro said with a smile on his face before saying.
"Now that was cold. Holy, it's frigid."
He turned to the now concerned men.
"Yo, you all I know you know that was cold. Guy 17 in the back that was tuff, right?"
Lautaro expected the leader to charge at him again but he instead saw with a cigarette in his mouth.
"You really shouldn't have done that."
"Done what?"
"You see, my guys weren't concerned for me, but they were for you."
Lautaro was taken aback.
"Yo. Yo. I swear you just had to outshine me in who is more tuff. But it's okay. I'll win, I always do."
"Not this time."
The man put on black gloves that were leather.
"That move you used. Ricard did the same thing to me many times. He defeated me a few times before I finally took over the north side. I don't like losing and any memory of it pisses me off, so you just pissed me off even more."
"Take a look at Timmy Tough Knuckles over here. As if I'd be scared of you."
"I guess we'll just find out."
The leader prepared his boxing stance, but Lautaro interrupted the fight once again.
"Before we start, what's your name?"
"Why do you need to know?"
"When I tell the story to my friends, I don't want to be calling you leader all the time. After all, Lautaro defeats leader wouldn't make a great title, would it?"
"Neither would leader defeats Lautaro. The name's Macell."
Lautaro scoffed.
"Cell, that name sounds almost perfect."
Macell did a light laugh and they fought once again.
They exchanged blows in a fury of smiles and determination. The watching men in uniform were awestruck. They lifted their hats and pulled down their sunglasses.
Even the newly arrived Salvey was in denial. Lautaro was going head to head with the leader of the north and he actually stood a chance. He could actually unite all the Four Directions under his command.
When Salvey tried to help Lautaro with his raised fist. Lautaro punched him, knocking him away.
"Sorry, Salvey but I don't care about winning anymore. This fight is just fun."
Lautaro had a wide grin on his face. The same wide grin he would forever have. After all his brother told him to always smile, even when he was sad. He would never betray his brother.
He wanted to see his brother again. Lautaro knew that Cassio had survived the tutorial whether it be faith or some connection who knew. He was going to see his brother again. He had to.
As he punched and fought the thoughts rung out through his head. He had to. He had to see his brother again and if this boxer was standing in the way of that then let calamity fall upon him.
'I will win. I was made to win.'
The wide grin shifted into a long smile. This was so fun. He was going to win and have fun while doing it.
Lautaro attempted a high kick but it was caught and he was brought into Macell's fist. His face was shaped by Macell's fist but he still smiled as he counteracted by sending his knee into his gut. But Macell counteracted by catching his knee and slamming him into the floor.
Lautaro however wanted that to happen. As he was sent tumbling to the ground he used his hands and did the most catastrophic double legged kick, using all his body strength.
The two feet landed on Macell's face. Lautaro was still prepared to fight on, expecting Macell to do something magical. Something that would surprise him and shift the tides of battle once more.
But there was no spectacular surprise waiting for him. Macell was knocked out.
'What? How can you give up when we're right in the climax?'
Lautaro solemnly though, missing the feeling of battle.
He was once again exicted as he heard Macell's men charging from before him. He spread his arms wide open as if to embrace the hug of brutality. But they ran right past him to check on their leader.
"What?"
Lautaro muttered.
Getting the adrenaline cut at the moment of its peak was disappointing. He wanted to fight more. But he had already won...
"Tell your leader that he joins my crew tomorrow."
Lautaro said, sounding depressed.
He heard a now familiar deep voice say.
"You too scared to say that to my face?"
Macell was back. He was probably holding back his power and got caught off guard. Yeah, that's what happened.
"Now more holding back Mr Perfect. It's time to finish this."
"First time I actually agree with you. I am perfect and it is time to finish this."
They were back at it again.